Well, at least the Crawfish were good.

Well, at least the Crawfish were good.

The trip into Texas was rough. We’d just left paradise, Florida’s Forgotten Coast, and had a great time in New Orleans (minus a little snafu in Alabama). The road through Louisiana’s bayou was fun. We even got to ride a ferry. We passed through the “Cajun Riviera” of Holly Beach, a place destroyed and abandoned in 2005 thanks to Hurricane Rita, and then we were destroyed by Texas.

Man, I really don’t like Texas all that much. I don’t know what it is. But before we bought our second motel room, before we were entirely broken, we had some crawfish. The best thing I can say about Texas so far is that the crawfish were pretty good. Lonestar beer? Meh. Focus on the crawfish, Paul. The crawfish were good at Floyd’s.

Lisa driving along the Gulf Coast of Louisiana.
Lisa driving along the Gulf Coast of Louisiana.
Um, is that a minivan sinking into the salt marsh? Yes.
Um, is that a minivan sinking into the salt marsh? Yes.
Houses on stilts.
Houses on stilts.
No drive is complete without a ferry ride.
No drive is complete without a ferry ride.
Crawfish: Good.
Crawfish: Good.